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 Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:05 pm
Missy held a flashlight and her notebook. She loved to write but stopped when everything changed.
The beach was lovely this time of year and Jane loved the warm weather. She looked down at the man she loved at sighed. This was the happiest she had been in ages. Dan pulled Jane into his arms and kissed the top of her head.
Missy grunted and scratched out the paragraph and threw the notebook to the side. She wouldnt have made it as a writer before so why bother now. She looked up at Ian who was looking at her. "Im sorry, did i wake you?" Missy wispered to him because everyone else appered to be asleep.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:29 pm
Thestalon stumbles up wearily letting his eyes adjust to the light then walked over to the dusty counter and sat down. Then realizing there was a jukebox in the room here scavenged the diner of dropped pennies until he collected enough to play a song and put on Led Zeppelin - stairway to heaven and sung along to it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:29 pm
Over the timespace in which the unaffected drew deep into the well of dreams, Lithil drew closer as darkness swept the earth and across the sky, calling out the creatures of the night. The young girl-creature-thing was practiced in patience, willing to stay in place for ages in search of prey. The dim lights of the fluorescent diner sign drew her like a tiger moth, the buzzing pink reflecting dimly in her sharp eyes. Drawing a deep breath in, her heightened olfactory senses could just catch the scent of four, five humans... what to do? Finding a dark corner just across the street, the hunter pulled herself into it and stared intently at the barricaded doors, awaiting, waiting, dark eyes aglint. Her breathing slowed as she entered a vague state of REM carefully constructed so she still received stimuli from the outside world and could react faster than a sleeping human. Surely this virus had bred some strange kind of monster, fit for her bloody and violent environment...
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:37 pm
Virgil had retreated to his room a while ago to try and get some shut-eye. The day had been long, and there was much more work to be done. Always more work, always more zombies.
Then he was dreaming. There was this odd business about other people coming into his diner. Odder yet, he was issuing instructions as if he were becoming the leader of the group or something.
He grudgingly woke up to various voices outside his room, mostly because they were different from the usual scratchings and howls of the dead.
Then he realized they were actually voices, not just a dream. Not wondering, nor caring, if anyone else was awake, he crossed over to his desk to where he kept his pen and paper log, and entered in an added entry about the newcomers.
[OOC]Feel free to timeskip.[/OOC]
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:58 pm
Missy hummed to the song while looking through her backpack. She found packaged eggs. She knocked at the door that Virgil was in. "Hey, you dont happen to have any pans do you?" She asked through the door hoping she didnt wake him up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:03 pm
Before Lithil could register, it was morning. Mist rose off the streets in haunting waves, the smog of the night ascending back into the almost permanently overcast skies. She stood up slowly, bones creaking as joints ground against others, and she stretched, thin arms high above her head as her back arched inwards. A noise towards the mouth of the street made her start, hand flying to her pipes, and sure enough, a single zombie stumbled forth from the smog, affected eyes weeping pus. There was a smashing, grinding noise, and the job was done soon enough; bodily fluids once against dripped from Lithil's chained pipe. But how could she have moved that quickly? She had bounded over the ten or more metres between her and her prey and killed it within a record of two seconds, give or take the odd millisecond. Giggling softly, Lithil searched the corpses pockets in search of anything of interest and, finding nothing, retired to the shadows again, watching the diner.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:22 pm
A knock resounded on his door, and a feminine voice asked Virgil, "Hey, you don't happen to have any pans do you?"
Rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes, and stifling a yawn, Virgil opened the door and was greeted by a Missy with a package of eggs. He pointed out the diner's still operational kitchen and said, "This is still a diner, and the stoves still work. Everything you need should be somewhere in there."
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:22 pm
He had been listening all night to this unhuman animal like creatures thoughts. thoughts of prey and hunting. He grumbled tiredly to himslef as he moved over to the barracade door crawling up the furniture and poking his rifle through the small hole the bricks had made. he peered through his scope. he finally had a chance to see what this thing was, and it surprized him. He was startled as he watched its blinding spped as it took down the zombie. What the bloody hell is that, Virgil are you getting this. He sent a visiol image to the other telapath. "its amazing" he said quietly to himself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:25 pm
(( srry guys gimme like half an hour or so i have to wash my car))
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:29 pm
Thestalon walked back over to the diner and sat down at the counter, wiped some dust off it, and asked missy, "are there any eggs?"
{{now all we need is eikre's chara to have a mental breakdown about someone eating his bacon I Am Legend style}}
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:29 pm
((What kinda car you got?))
Missy smiled at Virgil. "Thanks," Missy said. "How do you like your eggs?" She asked everyone while starting for the kitchen. "There is plenty." She added while rummiing for a semi clean pan.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:34 pm
Of course, not one zombie lurches alone. Soon enough, following that lone fore-runner, a small squadron came around the corner in something that might have even resembled order in a past life. Lithil set her body to 'go' once again, this time drawing forth two pipes joined by a chain, resembling a nunchuck of sorts. Spinning it so it sung in the early morning light, she took out the first with the spinning projectile, the metal connecting neatly with skull and shattering the bone like sandstone. Pirouetting, she felled two, dropped to the floor and took out the last one with a mind-numbingly powerful kick to the jaw. Finally finding an energy bar on one corpse, she tore into the brightly-coloured packaging joyfully, savouring the cheap 'nut' flavouring as she caught her breath and rearranged her muscles to normality again. Standing alone in the street, she turned to face the sniper's scope.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:35 pm
"Scrambled with pepper please" He replied smiling nervously. He awkwardly sat there in silence before he started drawing circles in the dust.
{{Puppeteer is just showing off in the art of story telling but i guess she can do that without repeating seeing that she isn't tlaking to anyone yet but EVERYONE lets up our game}}
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:43 pm
((I agree!))
"Umm.. im not sure you will want pepper after you see this." Missy said while holding up a pepper shaker. It had mold and worms inside. She shivered. "I think i might have some salt in my bag." Missy added while putting the pan in her hand and pooring the bag of powdered eggs in it. She heated it and poured water all at the same time with nothing but her body and mind. She stirred the eggs a while untill they were done. She placed them on a plate that she had gotten out eairlier. "Order up!" She laughed while handing him the plate of eggs. "I hope they are tasty."
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 3:52 pm
{{nice one}}
Thestalon looked at the white porcelain plate with astonishment. Not only was there a clean plate infront of him but there was also cooked food. He hadn't had cooked food since this whole mess started, he nearly started to cry but instead took up the fork and knife and started picking away at the scrambled eggs. It was delicous. He hadn't tasted so many flavours in such a long time he nearly let out a invlountary moan. He looked up at missy with a face full of gratitude and said, "thanks".
{{ Judge says, "you are accused of eating thirty two childeren what do you have to say?
Accused: That they were deeeelicous}}
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